Compared to the East Sea and Nanjing, the temperature in Guangzhou was already hitting over thirty degrees in May.
Perhaps because of the extreme heat, by ten o'clock in the morning, the pet canaries of the elites on Ersha Island were wearing sexy bikinis, sipping red wine and perusing the latest luxury goods magazines in the pavilions by the pool.
Unlike those canaries who did nothing but keep elites company and splurge on shopping, Xue Hu, the leader of the Qing Gang, didn't have such leisure. On the contrary, after receiving a call from Shui, the man in charge of Qing Gang's drug trade, Xue Hu was in a terrible mood.
Because... on the phone, Shui told Xue Hu that Qing Gang didn't distribute a single gram of drugs at the latest drug profit-sharing meeting.
Not a single gram!
It was well known that Qing Gang had been the biggest customer of Kun Sha, the local tyrant of the Golden Triangle, for a long time.